Give shelter to the lost

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Though I am a man with dreams
I am not yet a man of means
The things I wish that I could do
Make me pull my flesh and scream.

If I am to do the things I must
In my dreams I must yet trust,
As each day I seem to slip
Away from all the things I lust.

Not adulation fame or power
Not the passing of the hour,
But the fall of those I see
Is the thing that will devour.

The people with no place to stay
The children with no room to play,
If I had all the means I crave
I would take their fear away.

I would give shelter to the lost
Not prevented by the cost,
I would retrieve the dying hope
That circumstance away has tossed.

I would lend my ear a while
I could restore a broken smile,
I could give warmth to some at least
Who face the unrelenting trials.